Epilogue: The Love Letter

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The whole house seems to be in as much distress as I was upon closer examination. The clothes were unfolded in the basket, and a pile of dishes awaits attention. An ink stain in your polo shirt brings me much discomfort that I suggested you have a change of clothes before dinner.

Even with such appearance of discomfort and upended sanity on my part, you kept your composure the whole time I was firing questions. I can tell that you have grown patient and meticulous with your choice of answers, and that helped me calm down a little bit.

The whole night after finding out about my family, I cried endlessly as you silently and respectfully gave me space.

And though my mind and my heart are in a place of suspended logic, I cannot seem to part ways with you and Lucio. My behavior soon discouraged further conversation, but your patience and allowance gave me space for release.

Lucio is an angel, resembling your good looks and tall stature. The creases in the corner of his eyes a replica of yours. How odd is it that a few months ago, I thought to myself, I really admire this person. It wouldn't surprise me if we become something more.

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